[Mr. Cheeks] Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin death Park side, Queen's niggaz represent Long Isle, how we do? They new our style Represent niggaz in and out the P now Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
Hey yo well back on my South Side, Jamaica part of town Where us real niggas love to get down Where you only hear G and P finessin tracks up on the tape We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin to escape Yo Im havin cess', drinkin, I'm kickin raps and Emceein LB for life, kid my way of bein Its time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props And fuck cops, we puffin lah wit windows up in drop tops Nothin stops my crew from gettin it we learn from the past Puffin on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass Conversatin with myself, what does my future hold? Niggaz is dyin, will i make it past 30 years old? I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done What the fuck's the deal? I been doin this here from day one Official Queen's nigga, be a Lost Boy till my death Until I breathe my mothafuckin last breath
Chorus: Mr. Cheeks {2X}
Eh yo from boyz to men We're strictly Fam, no longer friends Lets keep it thorough, I hold it down till its on again Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again I'm tryin to make it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
[A+] Check this out Yo, yo My mind is reachin twice that size than it only did last year Three times its likely to feel clear
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